The war drums thundered. The gates of Coldblood Pass opened, and the army marched out.
The lingering dark clouds of war lunged towards Black Cloud City in the distance like a brandishing monster.
Due to the existence of arcane treasures like sumeru rings, the army basically did not need supplies. Strangely, they brought several tens of thousands of cages, which were dragged to the frontlines by demonic beasts.
At the border between the Demon domain and the human realm, the soldiers dragged out the prisoners one by one and buried them alive, only leaving their heads outside.
There were men and women, young and old, among the prisoners. Some wept bitterly, some cursed aloud, and some remained silent. However, not a single person begged for mercy. There was no such thing as sympathy in the Demon domain.
The army marched and buried people alive. It was basically like planting trees, leaving behind a trail of sorrowful cries.
The Demon domain broke through the border. If one looked down from above, it would seem like a huge arrowhead, stabbing into Black Cloud City.
These prisoners were the "sinners" of the Demon domain. They were either framed, cowardly and incompetent, or just sacrifices of war. The most common crime was that they were good people.
As the Demon domain penetrated deeper into the human realm, just burying people alive was no longer enough.
The shaman priests began to set up altars one by one, escorting the prisoners to the altars and executing them under the watchful eyes of the soldiers.
Cries rose and fell, as if they were tearing the sky apart.
The shaman priests were skilled. To make the prisoners experience the greatest pain without dying quickly, the torture would often last for several days and nights. It could only be completed with the assistance of a few apprentices.
The most skilled shaman priests could use different instruments and techniques to make the prisoners produce different cries, giving the spectators an extreme spiritual experience.
As a result, two major factions were formed, the "experience faction" and the "performance faction".
The experience faction believed that they should focus on the torture itself and give the "sinners" the greatest pain, instead of acting like clowns to entertain the stupid spectators.
The performance faction believed that there was only one "sinner", but there were hundreds or even thousands of spectators. Which was more important? It went without saying. The experience faction was just a group of sadomasochists without any sense of responsibility or purpose.
Oh right, there was also the "method faction" who invented new torture methods and instruments. Because they were too formal, they were not taken seriously.
This was a scene that could drive people crazy. However, the demonfolk watched with great interest, unable to take their eyes off it. Some of them even had an intoxicated look on their faces as they praised endlessly.
"Oh my, that was a wonderful cut! This fellow's voice was not bad. His screams rose and fell, sweet and resounding. Tsk-tsk! "
Suddenly, a demonfolk reported, "Sir shaman priest, I can't bear to look at Zhou Chu anymore. He still has a conscience after all!"
"Ah, Great Witch Zhu, I have no conscience! I have no conscience! I'm hungry just from watching. "
The Witch Priest glanced at him coldly and threw a burnt hand down the altar.
Zhou Chu pounced on it and wolfed down the meat. "The meat of good people is delicious!"
"How dare you say that the meat of good people is delicious? Do you think that the meat of us evil people tastes bad?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"This lowly one requests Lord Witch Priest to sacrifice this fake Vile Person to Mo Tian!"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice! "
The demonfolk growled as they pressed closer. There was a faint smile on his face that was twisted in a strange manner.
"Ah!!!"
Thus, another "good guy" hidden among the villains was discovered and eliminated, and the morale of the villains became even higher.
With a hundred thousand "good guys" as sacrifices, the army rapidly advanced towards Black Cloud city.
Although the territory they carved out was only temporary, as long as they reached Black Cloud city, the demonfolk would be fighting on their own territory. They would have a huge geographical advantage, and they could avoid being ambushed by the enemy as they marched.
This kind of tactic had stopped being a secret a long time ago. One of the consequences of years of war was that everything had become clear. All the strategies and tactics had been used thousands of times. There was not even a need to analyse them on the map. All the possibilities had already happened.
The human realm had a hundred ways to deal with these tactics, while the Demon domain had a hundred and one ways to counter them, which was why these tactics could continue to be used. And they were used.
Due to the limitations of various practical conditions, the changes were often even smaller than a chess game.
Once the war began, there would be no room for ingenious schemes, nor would there be any heroes who could easily turn the tide of the war. All that was left was a bloody meat grinder, and it all depended on which side could stuff more flesh and blood into it.
Li Liehuo understood all of this. The defence system of Black Cloud city was established on the two great armies, the Black Cloud Roar of Thunder Formation and the Inferno Xuanwu.
The purpose of establishing an army was to better organise the flesh and blood and stuff it into this meat grinder.
Now that Chao Tianjiao was gone, the Xuanwu army was basically crippled.
This was not just because she was powerful. More importantly, the Xuanwu army had been established in her name, and it had established great prestige through countless battles.
Only with prestige would there be morale, and only with morale would there be power. It could not be replaced by a random true disciple.
The current situation was that if they could not stuff in the flesh and blood of mortals, they could only stuff in the flesh and blood of cultivators.
Which cultivator would be willing to do that? If regular cultivators were unwilling, the true disciples could still suppress them. If the true disciples were unwilling, who could force them to sacrifice themselves? Not to mention that even he, the "first senior brother", was unwilling.
He even began to miss Chao Tianjiao a little.
At this moment, the Blaze Hall arrived.
The whispers in the Fiery Blaze Hall gradually quietened down with the sound of his footsteps.
All the true disciples bowed. "Senior brother!"
Li Liehuo saw that they were either standing or sitting in groups of three or five. Some were leaning against the wall with swords in their arms, and some were simply sitting at the long conference table. Only Ge Xing was sitting upright. He could not help but frown. "Sit down!" he ordered.
Everyone took their seats. Even the few female cultivators who had come to question Li Liehuo were intimidated by his prestige. The true disciples who had never been to Black Cloud City felt that the atmosphere here was completely different from that of the Hall of Inheritance.
"The Demon Realm's army has probably set off. This time, they are determined to uproot Black Cloud City. The scale of the attack will be greater than any in history. If you want to defend Black Cloud City, please be prepared for half of your people to die here. "
"What?! Half of our people die? Senior brother, you must be joking! "
The true disciples all had different expressions. Some were shocked, some were in disbelief, and some were frowning in deep thought. They never expected Li Liehuo to be so pessimistic.
Le Tian toyed with a pair of dice with a playful expression. This was a good chance to gamble on whether Black Cloud City could be defended or not. However, he did not want to bear the wrath of the "first senior brother", so he added on behalf of Li Liehuo in his mind.
"Even if half of our people die, we may not be able to defend Black Cloud City. But that is the most you can bear."
Pi Yangqiu seemed to have seen through his thoughts. "Hehe, Le Tian, this' first senior brother 'is still too young. This is already overestimating their determination. I think at most a third of our people will die. These years have been too peaceful. Only a few of the old guys who have been through the war are left. "
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